Hipster Stonehenge
There is a mysterious magic that draws little clusters of four to five youngish people wearing the wonderous trifecta of black horn rimmed glasses, skinny jeans and checked shirts to the area right outside the Cathay Cineleisure. Maybe it’s the music emanating from the tall poles with the psychedelic lights. Maybe they’re waiting to get into Swensen’s. Maybe they all finished their cigarettes at the same time and they’re perpetually caught in that limbo where everyone is not sure who’s going to suggest going back inside. No one really knows why they are there, how long they will stand there, and what their motives are. The only thing you can be sure of is that their jeans will always be skinnier than yours. Also, one of them is juggling between holding a DSLR, a cigarette and a red bull.
